My pen is shaking
I am agitated
My notepad is topsy-turvy
With the struggle
I revere the most
In this bloomy air.
The confusion relies
On my pen
Am I writing sense
Where are the words
What come before
And after.
My thoughts agree
With the struggle
I revere the most
My pages are strewn
Around haphazardly
To show unity
In the process
Creating the signature marks.
My pen is shaking
I am agitated
With the struggle
Feeling the goosebumps
When the nib
Touched my hands
In the hope
Of the love.
The struggle
To evoke the philosophy
To create fusion
To dwell on the pages
With the same intensity
When I think of you.
I revere the most
the struggle, my pen goes through!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
PHTOT BY PEXELS
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